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When I woke up in the morning to a beam of sunlight shining on my face, I had to blink several times and look away from
the light.
This was the first time I had slept this much since the day I was kidnapped.
There was a clock on the nightstand next to me and the time said 9 am.
I turned around to the other side of the bed and it was empty. I guessed sin was already up.
I got up slowly out of bed.
My hand didn't hurt as bad as the previous day. I decided to try the door to see if I was still locked in.
To my surprise, the door opened.
I got out of the bedroom making sure to be quiet. I was bare foot so I made very little noise.
I closed the door behind me as I kept walking.
There was a little corridor.
I followed it slowły and it led to the living room. I went in there and looked around, it was empty. Sin wasn't there.
Not on the any of the couch.
The entire house was very silent.
I kept walking towards the door.
I stood at the veranda which had a table an two chairs but still no one was there.
I looked around to see if i could spot Sin but I couldn't see him.
As I kept looking, I saw a water motorcycle next to the shores of the water.
I took the stairs away out of the house and walked to the water bike.
There was a little house that looked like a
storage room. It must be where he kept this bike.
I looked at the bike when I got closer and the keys were still on it.
This might be my last chance.
I didn't know where i was or where I would go to if i got on this water motorcycle but I had to at least try.
Even if this was my last chance.
Ignoring the pain in my left wrist, I started
pushing the bike into the water.
When I felt I could ride it now, I sat on top.
I had never rod a bike in mny life but how had can it be?
Before i could turn the key to on, i felt a hand grab my hair and pull it hard
"Get off the bike!" Sin shouted in my ear.
I immediately got off the bike and stepped into the water.
He kept his grip on my hair as he started pulling me back to the house.
I should have known I would fail.
I was so bad at escaping.
When we got to the living room, he pushed me roughly making fall on the carpet next to the table and the couch.
I fell on my left hand.
"I am so tired of you!" He screamed at me.
"Two days... I have only spent two days with you and I can't stand you already!"
I was still on the floor as I turned to look at him crying.
He walked to me, crouched down and pulled my hair again.
It hurt so i tried to get his hand out of my hair.
When he saw the hand that was hitting him, he paused.
He then let go off my hair and took the hand.
It was my left and its bandages was staining red. Meaning my wound opened.
It must be after he threw me on the floor.
"Ow Jennie!" He said as he sighed.
He helped me up from the floor and sat me on the couch.
Then, he went to the kitchen which was
opposite the living room and came back with a first aid kit.
He opened it and I saw he kept my dressing there.
He opened it and I saw he kept my dressing there.
He removed my bandage and my wound really was bleeding.
He used cotton with spirit and cleaned it.
Then, he put another clean cotton on the
wound. Then bandaged it again.
He did this so carefully and gently.
His entire concentration was on my hand.
I just watched what he was doing.
(WE ARE NOW HALF WAY INTO THE
STORY, TIME TO TWIST IT UP A LITTLE
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